Entwined. Cheryl Ntumy S.

      I doubt it, but she doesn’t have to know that. “Maybe it’s Amantle and her friends, afraid that I’m getting too close to their secret.”

      Lebz snorts. “The only thing you’ve been getting close to is Rakwena.”

      “Maybe it was temporary,” suggests Wiki. “Maybe you were never meant to be a telepath.”

      I regard the two of them with increasing suspicion. “You guys are happy about this, aren’t you? I can’t believe it!”

      They exchange glances. “I’m sorry, but it’s not pleasant having you in our heads all the time,” says Wiki. “We’re your friends, but we like our privacy.”

      Well, when he puts it like that… I didn’t see it as an invasion of privacy. If anything I felt that their thoughts were invading my space. “I’m sorry,” I say sheepishly. “I didn’t think of it that way.”

      “Ja – everyone else did the thinking for you,” quips Lebz.

      Wiki and I groan in unison. There’s no time to condemn her weak jokes – it’s time for class. I’ll send Rakwena a message. He’ll know what’s going on.

      “It’s normal,” he assures me during break. “Now it’s going to start stabilising.”

      “Stabilising?” I’m not sure I like the sound of that. “What do you mean?”

      “You won’t be hearing everyone’s thoughts any more,” he explains. “It’ll be more subtle. You’ll be able to sense what someone is feeling and thinking when you’re with them, and if you focus on someone you’ll be able to get into their head.”

      You know, I’m really starting to think that this boy isn’t being straight with me. He knows far too much about telepathy for a non-telepath.